Midnight Love ⋆。˚𖦹
SFW-Smoking-Drinking-Cuddling-Fluff-Abby x Fem Reader-Not Proof Read. IB- Midnight Love; Girl in Red.
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You found yourself grappling with the aftermath of your recent breakup with Ellie, unable to shake thoughts of her that persistently invaded your mind. The absence of her familiar cucumber soap, the memory of her freckled face and body, her muscular arms, the touch of her calloused hands, and the yearning for the comforting warmth of her nightly cuddles.
You tried getting on dating apps, hoping to find solace or some form of consolation after her but nothing sat right with you, It left a bitter taste in your mouth. You promised to do nothing stupid, balancing school and a steady job was hard enough, adding a relationship would only make it more trouble.. That was until you sent a drunken text to an old situationship; Abby Anderson.
"abby.."
"Yes love?"
"I hope you're doing okay I was just thinking about us and how things ended. Maybe I messed up, I don't know. I Miss our talks and your laugh. Sorry if this is out of the blue. Just wanted you to know... you're still on my mind.."
"ur drunk aren't u?"
"Okay, maybe a little bit, that doesn't change that I've been thinking about you, sober or not."
"Y/N, I'll be there in a bit. Let's talk about this in person, okay?
You were fully aware that you had made a mistake texting her, but in that moment, you couldn't find it in yourself to care too much about the details. The overwhelming need for someone, for something, to be there for you right now.
The wait for Abby felt excruciatingly long. You found yourself perched on the edge of your bed, clutching a Marlboro cigarette—an unusual habit for you, but you had your reasons. This time, it was different. it smelled like Ellie.
Inhaling deeply, you took a final drag from the cigarette, savoring the moment before extinguishing it in the nearby ashtray on your night stand. Letting out a low groan, you shifted onto your side, plucking at a loose string on your pillowcase in a feeble attempt to pass the seemingly endless stretch of time.
Knock knock
"Door's open," you lazily texted Abby from your sprawled position on the bed.
Abby entered moments later, a bag from the local Walgreens in her hand.
"Brought you some hangover essentials for tomorrow... and snacks," she said, offering a small smile as she placed the bag on the nearby table.
A groggy smile tugged at your lips, and a low whine escaped your throat. You reached out with needy hands, wearing a frown that pleaded,
"Please, just cuddle me."
With that, you felt a dip in the bed as Abby laid down next to you. Her muscular arms wrapping around you, her head resting on the top of yours. Your nose in the crook of her neck, you inhaled the comforting scent of her sweet pine soap.
"Missed you Abs." you whispered, a familiar nickname rolling off your tongue.
"Missed you too, Babygirl. I'm here now," Abby replied, her voice a comforting whisper.
"Please stay here tonight...'need you," you whispered, your voice laced with vulnerability.
"That's the plan, my love. Try to get some rest, I'll be right here," Abby reassured to you as your eyes slowly closed..
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Guys the way I need Abby to hold me is crazy ohmygod.
Reposts appreciated ☆
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(this progress post won't be as in-depth as I wanted to present it, as it still won't let me upload the blog I worked on for whatever godforsaken reason:'( it is what it is)
I've gotten around Once-ler's fedora, a step in was almost dreading because I've only tailored miniature clothing before.
Before going on a rampage, I made a miniature prototype to test the waters. It's ugly as hell but that's expected
Yes, the inner structure is made of paper AND I sew on through it. I have my ways 🙃
The amount of reference pictures I gathered for this one step is unmatched. The shape of his hat is weird to understand, let alone replicate. For a first attempt, I can't say I'm too unsatisfied:
Of course, I'll need to fix that ugly brim of cloth that still sticks out, but I digress.
Oh well 🤭
Here's the goofy little side-by-side comparison:
I honestly couldn't care less about how crusty his skin looks, blame illumination for leaving me the task to produce a physically holdable figure of the hipster Once-ler (though I should almost be grateful that they didn't capitalise off this fellow. Quite a delightful irony)
Regardless, I adore him to the moon and back and to the moon and back and to the moon and back and to the moon and back-
Also yes I did erase his mum from the reference picture. She doesn't deserve the title of a (positively influencing and supportive) mother...
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I'm just a silly little queer who will fall sleep clung to and curled up with anyone who will play with her hair or scratch her scalp gently.
Now, if someone has a nice scratchy nails and time on their hands.... I'm just saying my schedule is wide open
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